It is a challenge at this time of life where we see our friends' parents die and we are reminded that death is there, waiting for us whether we like it or not. One of my childhood friends called me yesterday to inform me that her mother died. Her mother was the same age as my mother and it suddenly makes me think of the mortality that we all have.
When I remember my friend's mother, I chuckle, because she so patiently dealt with all of our practical jokes growing up with such grace. I specifically remember one time when we were probably in sixth grade. They had just gotten a new station wagon with all kinds of bells and whistles. One of the features was a speed alarm that would go off when one got to a specific speed to prevent one from speeding. My friend and I had been taken on an errand before dropping me back at my house. We were told to sit in the car while her mother went in the store to pick up something. I turned the speed alarm down very low, turned up the radio very loud, turned on the wipers, and turn on the a/c to an extreme setting and then we both got back in the back seat where we were told to stay. Of course when her mother came back and turned the key, all hell broke loose. Although her mother was not amused, she just murmured something and went on about the way. My friend and I were busting up laughing in the back seat, but her mother's reaction was not the one we wanted.
I will always remember this instance as an example of how calm she used to be and how much of a lady she was. Even though I didn't keep in touch with her much after she and her husband retired to Florida I still considered her a friend as much as her daughter. She will be missed.